Month: January 2011

you are sleeping in the valley of visions
clam and quiet
but there are birds chirping all around
dont mind their sounds, they are there to assure you
that they care for you, they are worried
are you going to sleep till late today, pl get up, and wash your face,
may be you will see new light today,
i have hung some flowers outside the window
so that the aroma will come through the breeze that
engulfs you, today, for ever

why do you erase memories so lightly from the slate
i have washed it so often
but every time i think, i had cleaned it
soem lines, curved as these are, some sketches,
some drawings appear
which i have not managed to deal with so far
so, now
what shoudl i do ,
shoudl this slate be broken
and should i bury all the pieces of the slate
under the tree near the grave
of a sufi saint
where we had prayed once, for whom, what i dont know know,
but do prayers have to be for a purpose always?

when the knock on your door was not responded
you did not ask
nor did i care
why are we chasing the mirages
which we know lead us to pain
but then is there a way
by which
we can reach
those who
are destined
to bring us closer to us
through intense pain, always, ever

i lent you my hand
so that you walk on line
but i di dnot say
straight line
you draw the line
the way you want, you walk
and take me along, though i have lent my hand
it is your journey and you will decide where do we go, so long as we have hand in hand

phir se duhraya hai,
wo ho geet, gaya tha jo us din,
kise door navik ne,
naav kinarey par thi,
pathik ka intzaar raha saari raat bhar,
lekin lehron ne andolan kiya,
nav ka dhairya toota, beh gayi yuhi kisee thor,
aur navik aur liyey baitha raha kinarey par,
baadh aajati, to achha tha,
usko bhi baha le jaati,
ab na baadh aayi,
na naav hi lauti,
na kinaron ne niyat badli,
naa pathik bhoola apna raasta, aisi stithi mein koi sutra baandey to kaisey, dhagon ko wahin tanga rehne do,
wahin khunti par,
is baar na ranga jayega unko
na hi karghey par piroya jayega
na koi bunega saanso ka pul, na koi chalega aus pul par phir….

bikhri dhoop bahut fail gayi hai aaj,
jitna aangan dikha, saara apna liya,
kaise usko samjhata,
kaisey uskey chhor bandhta
kaise patto ko sankranti kaal mein
rang badalna sikhlata,
sab kuchh bemani sa ho gaya hai,
na kuchh apni peedha ka bodh hai,
na uske herney ki abhilasha hai,
kabhi kisee ka dard hai, kabhi kisee ki vyatha, kabhi kisee ped ke neechey, sookhi patiyon ki chaadar par letney ka man hai,
ab kisee amavasya ki bahon mein khoney ka man hai,
kahin kuchh na dikh jayey hriday ke darapan mein,
is lieye har kiran ko hidayat hai, wo is angan mein raat hi rehney dey, aaj, thodi der aur,

sahej rakhi thi jitni boondey
wo sab sookh gayi
jitni pyas thi, wo bhi bhul gayi
ab aakash mein megh barsey
jwala shaant ho,
janey kitney baadal bikhar gayey
koi bina pehchan ke dweep par ab vyapt ho,

hathiyar nahin hai,
jo daal dun, kisee nahak cheshta ki dor baandh du,
mujhey kuchh swapno ne band kiya dayitwo ki jail mein,
kaisey kehdun in hawaon ko ki wo tod deyn,
in saheji salakhon ko, meri apni ugayi kyari mein, kaise bikher dun,
ankuro ke upar ab jeevan ke vish ko,

you have to balance the scales tilted by your affection
some times tilled by laughter
some times strained by cries
but yearning for your affection nevertheless
may this journey be a dedication
to all those
who have prayed for those laughters that pave the way
your way

when i am gone far
i will be around still

dont ask me if i have painted the obelisk
have i written my epitaph
that here lies a man who wished just to be more intimate
than most people will allow
who tried to listen to voices
that were denied for centuries
He extended his arm to those
who could have made a difference
but could not many times,
he wasted/soem say/did he a large part of his life
in search of leaders who will be stronger than him,
more caring and compassionate